Tom Langmead Poems

It isn't the same,
i feel i am to blame,
when i am crying i tell myself,
that with this stress it hurts my health.
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Its jet everywhere
Black left
Black right
But you cannot be scared,
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I feel your touch,
But nothing else,
Its not happy
Not sad
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It's dark outside
I am lonely and sad
But I see the light
You ask my name
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I live alone
in this cold dark room
no family
no friends
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he sits alone
in a cold dark room
no windows
no doors
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Standing in my mind,
And its like a wasteland of feelings
Its dark and cold
But yet bright and warm,
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I hear nothing,
See nothing,
Feel nothing,
I feel no happiness nor sadness
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The dragon awaits a person,
a he, a she, an it.
The dragon awaits a killer,
a killer to end its miserable life.
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Hair over eye,
Wearing what I want,
For I am who I am,
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